and the bounties of these endless nights have pierced the fruit of my bodyto pollute the dreams of the faded desires remains my only emergency exit to escape from your domain, cemetery invaded by the brambles and the nettles when your scimitar impales my needswhat other secret would you like to know? You whose heart fades away each time it bites.

Night Observatories #14The endocrine moons spill out the venom and our final moods

the nebulous rockets bury the demons under the rocky groundtomorrow it will be covered with tomb-stonesand from our observatories we will taunt the greyish pretences strutting in the black air of our joys and the nocturnal germs deviate from their chilly places and stay speechless when our bodies undress in the pale light of the street lamps of our lunar amphitheatres.

Night Observatories #15Fruit of the imagination of a young musician, the black notes pour their venom on the surface of the golden pondsthey monitor the swans singing choruses in honour of the divine criminal ices which find waterways to emerge from the melodious darknessand in the tortured mind of the child the passionate emotions of the earliest experiments – delicate and fortuitous – emerge.

Night Observatories #16The curtain opens on the fickle sisters and crucifixes are planted in their trembling flesh while the divine psalms punish and make them the last elected.My hands went into the sovereign depths of lust, now they come out bleeding and covered with stinking blisters.